Fabrics of your shirt

Sometimes I feel like am holding on to you,

Making you hold on to me,

By desperately haunting

Your dreams and musings.

Putting my love out there,

For it enough to graze the fabrics

Of your cotton shirt.

Have you ever enjoyed the distant pain

So much so that,

it’s like music playing,

As you soar through this earthly life?

As this sweet torment continues

it makes you wonder,

Is life really anything more than being

Intoxicated in the sufferings of love?